James J Braddock Net Worth Novels & Stories

'' It can't be let me see it '' said James taking the card away from his dad to check whether it was real or not. '' Y-you....'' he was also shocked to see that. '' If you are not confused then we are set to go. Where are the papers? I want to claim my rights over this company by today '' said Robin sitting down onto the chair. '' Robin I want to ask for your help can you do it? please don't take our company away from us please we will go bankrupt like this '' said James bowing down in front of him. ' You should have thought about it when you owned more than ten million thousand dollars from our company. Now it can't be helped '' Robin replied.

Although he was a world-renowned doctor earning hundreds of thousands from a single treatment, he only had around a billion dollars in his savings. “Three hundred and fifty million.” “Five hundred million,” James said nonchalantly. “You little…!”

This man knew when to make an entrance. “I heard you’re selling your share, Mr. Weston. My company, Braddson-Cade LLC, is interested in buying your share. You say at an affordable price?” Holy shit.

Looks like he was the only one with a working brain left. “But the chairman pushed him,” James continued. “He cared only about the partnership and forced him to sign.” I smiled without warmth and looked back out. Typical Gilbert. Always hungry for more. I couldn’t wait to see their faces when they learned I was the president and I owned part of their company now. “But Madam,” James said, his voice filled with concern, “Bedford Corporation isn’t even a top-ten company. Buying their shares isn’t a good financial move.” Silence hung between us.

At the owner seat, a man was dressed up manly giving a racer vibe, the male model was putting on a motor racer jacket, and a cargo pants with some pairs of Chinese boot. " Who's that?"Amelia asked , as the guards escorted the man towards her. " This James, ma'am. He's a singer who has about 23 millions followers on the internet." " Oh," Amelia said before walking towards the model with the shareholders at her back and her secretary. They welcomed James warmly before some guards directed him inside the company, and almost immediately the second person came, while they did the same. The third person parked his Bugatti la voiture noire which was worth about$18.7 million, the owner seat door ope

“I want you to come work for me… well, not for me—with me. You are so brilliant when it comes to real estate, and with someone like you…” I couldn’t hear anything he said anymore. I just saw his mouth moving, his lips forming words, but my head was buzzing too loudly to hear a single thing. Work for him… Nicholas Ford. James’s enemy. The same man James never hesitated to curse whenever his name came up. James once said Nicholas would rather burn the entire market down than lose a deal. And here I was, sitting across from him, letting him cook for me, laughing at how charming he was, and feeling like my chest was going to explode anytime he came near.

Only a fool blinded by wealth would offer such a sum. Therefore, Summer's suspicion was justified. James must have helped her secretly. Bradly knew he couldn't deceive Summer, so he told her the truth. "James was indeed involved in this matter. He said that since you were starting out, he wanted to help you in any way possible. This offer was his own initiative to help you." "I knew it! But what about the money for the project? Is the 100 million dollars coming from Walsh Group's fund? James didn't secretly contribute at all?"

James began cautiously, “we appreciate the generous offer, but we believe that with our recent success, the valuation should reflect our potential growth.” I expected this. Leaning forward, I locked eyes with James, my tone calm but firm. “I understand your position, James. However, let me remind you that MJ Modeling just came out of bankruptcy. The reality is, you need the financial stability and support of Lockwood Corporation to ensure your growth is sustainable. Lockwood pulled in $6 billion last year, and our projections indicate an even higher revenue this year. Partnering with us will exponentially increase your market reach and product sales.”

she asked, though deep down, she knew something was off about James. Grace let out a deep sigh, running her hand through her hair, pulled out her phone, scrolled on it, then showed Kendra the screen. "I didn't want to believe it either, but I did a bit of research. He has pulled some shady business deals, not just with Brooks Enterprises. I hear rumors he is playing companies like pawns in bigger schemes, buying them out, stripping them for parts, leaving the people who built them with nothing.” Kendra stared at the phone in her hand; several articles about James past business dealings; it was all there in black and white - stories of those who had trusted him, only to be financially ruined

Lao added, also standing up. Sirena tried to keep her composure, but she was about to slam the table and speak up when someone entered the room. "Apologies for being late." Hearing the voice, everyone turned to look. "Good heavens, Mr. James?" The room buzzed with whispers and astonishment. James, a young entrepreneur celebrated for his extraordinary success, had become one of the most prominent names in global business. His achievements spoke volumes of his dedication, innovation, and vision, having propelled his company into the world’s top 30 in just a short span.